Just A Dream, a clique fanfic

Just a little idea that came into my head

Just a little idea that came into my head. Story is based on the song Just a Dream by Carrie Underwood. Yeah, I know, I've written a story based on a Carrie Underwood song before, but I like this one better. A lot better. MOVING ON…

Disclaimer- I, MY FULL NAME, hereby proclaim that I do not own anything other than the plot and ANY OTHER OWNED ITEMS IN THE STORY. ITEMS NOT OWNED belong to PEOPLE/COMPANIES THAT COPYRIGHT THEM.

It was two weeks after the day she turned 18

All dressed in white

Going to the church that night

She started the car and drove; her mind set taking her there without think. Her hands were white as they clutched the steering wheel.

She had his box of letters in the passenger seat

Sixpence in a shoe

Something borrowed, something blue

She paused for a red light. Unable to control herself, she reached for the letter sitting at the top of the box. The messily scrawled Dear Claire forced out more years.

And when the church doors opened up wide

She put her veil down

Trying to hide the tears

Oh she just couldn't believe it

She heard trumpets from the military band

And the flowers fell out of her hand

The tears didn't stop. The fuzzy feeling of disbelief still sizzled through her.

Baby why'd you leave me

Why'd you have to go?

Why couldn't he be here? It was all she ever wanted.

I was counting on forever, now I'll never know

I can't even breathe

It's like I'm looking from a distance

Standing in the background

She felt disembodied, as if she wasn't even really there.

Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now

Whispers swirled, piteous in her direction. It only made her feel worse, like she was causing everyone else more pain.

This can't be happening to me

This is just a dream

If this isn't a dream, she thought, I may never recover.

The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray

Lord please lift his soul, and heal this hurt

She felt so much hurt and loss that it felt like physical pain, destroying her from the heart.

Then the congregation all stood up and sang

The saddest song that she ever heard

It was beautiful, but heart-achingly sad. Was there such a thing? How could you find a balance?

Then they handed her a folded up flag

And she held on to all she had left of him

Oh, and what could have been

They could've gotten married, had children, spent their lives together. But now, there was no chance.

And then the guards rang one last shot

And it felt like a bullet in her heart

Claire was so sad that when those guards rang, she almost wished it was a bullet in her heart, ending all the pain, and seeing him again.